Page 153 of The Protective Gryphen

Oh, and he did.

Oh, he went so deep, it was like trying to crawl into his body by way of his mouth.

They both got lost in the kiss, and by some miracle, Gryphen heard the footsteps, and regretfully broke the kiss to step back surprising Ian.

“Minister,” he whispered as they both sat to hide their erections.

That’s all he had to say.

“We’ll discuss this later,” Gryphen said, and he wasn’t talking the kids.

He was talking about the erection.

When the minister came in, Ian was faux reading the book, and trying not to look guilty.

He’d not only cursed, but he was having really impure thoughts about a certain Marine.

REALLY dirty ones.

“Did ya find anything?” he asked in his thick Scottish brogue.

Ian nodded.

“I found a divorce record,” he said.

Alfie was excited.

“Oh, really? That’s exciting. Did he divorce her after the baby was born?” he asked.

“No, before.”

He was surprised.

“Oh.”

That made Ian curious.

“What’s the ‘OH’ for?” Ian asked, hoping the man could shed a little light on it.

“The Granndachs never had little girls. They always had a male heir, and I thought maybe she failed to give him a daughter, like he wanted, and he got rid of her for that. If he divorced her or had the marriage annulled before, he wouldn’t have known what she was carrying.”

Ian needed to know.

“Rid like Henry VIII, rid?” Ian asked. “Because he got spicy with all those decapitated wives. Is that the kind of outcome she had? Because then, maybe he wouldn’t want her buried in the castle then.”

Before he could answer, Gryphen was curious.

“Wait. He cut off the heads of his wives? How many women did he marry?” he inquired. “Asking for the uneducated one in the room.”

“Six,” they said at the same time.

Gryphen looked disgusted.

“You’re yanking my chain, right?” he asked.

They both shook their heads.

“He legit chopped off their heads?” he asked, horrified. “He sounds like a horrible human being.”

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